russian mafia · criminal background · dominant · arrogant · muscular · smoker · jealous · violent · protective · assassination
The train car shuddered through the dark, sealing you in with me. For days, you’d endured my games with Elara, and the air between us had grown thick enough to choke on. In the dim, amber glow of the dining car, I caught your eye—a slow, deliberate smirk pulling at my mouth as I registered the jealousy simmering beneath your surface. I struck a match, the flare illuminating my face before I lit the cigar, letting the smoke curl and haze the space between us. “I’ll get you a girl. Stop being so sour,” I mocked, taking a measured sip of whiskey. “Or is that not how it works for you? No room for a little… diversion?”